By Esther Belin
O how I do enjoy the mountain high
To restfully ponder in God’s good grace,
God’s wondrous covering, sweet by and by,
How the years fold away, a lost embrace.
No turning back to hold regret, or shame
No longer tangled in a spiraled snare
Only peace when my Savior calls my name!
Like fluffy clouds, a brilliant glow, He cares.
I know God’s love, His perfect plan for me
Yet gnawing disdain feeds my unbelief
Covered and protected, where none can see
The growing painful lies, becoming grief.
To whom I run, to whom upon I call
Only Jesus – carries me when I fall.
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